Bearclaw Valley Says he’s broke

The ashen wolf has an attitude and Pandora finds it both grimly funny and surprisingly annoying in the late hours of the night. She’s had a long day of traveling and some scraggly wolf’s attitude is the last thing she wants. So Pandora would sigh as soon as the woman mentions the great Merrick’s status: busy.

Which causes her to level the woman with an unimpressed expression. A surprisingly lax smile spreads over her thin muzzle, her eyelids are also relaxed, as if she doesn’t have a care in the world. But in fact she definitely does and her nerves are being shot, but she’s good at games like these.

“How unfortunate.” She hums in a drab tone.

Only the woman is demanding answers then and Pandora’s auds swivel backwards. “Right away, miss.” She purrs teasingly, but otherwise her tone is soft and silky. “Wouldn’t want to catch your teeth, now would I?”

“This one is Pandora and I’m here to meet with the great Merrick about staying here for a while.” She says easily, never stumbling over a single syllable. “If his graciousness allows of course.” She purrs, smile never leaving her beautiful face.